I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

What's more, the current Seven Waters Capital can be described as a mixed bag. Due to the poor trade of the Great Sea Route, there are few connections between the islands, and the major shipbuilding companies are constantly fighting for customers.

Even the shipyards responsible for supplying and repairing the Navy's warships have changed one after another.

The Navy urgently needs a stable master shipbuilder to take charge of the shipyard management of the headquarters.

Robin cast her sights on the junkyard of abandoned ships, she felt inexplicably worthless for that murloc.

At this time, Master Tom, who is the world's number one shipbuilder, will actually be reduced to living in a garbage dump because he built a ship for Gore D. Roger.

Sakaski brought the topic back first: "...how sure are you?"

"Before I arrived on the island, I was 80% sure about the intelligence I collected through the navy. But after I got the intelligence data locally, I was not 20% sure."

"How could the error be so serious?" Sakalski frowned. The original intelligence and the latest information were divided between 28 and 80, so the navy's own intelligence department could be shut down collectively.

Only this time, he was wrong.

"No, the error is not serious, and most of it even matches the information we got before. But, do you remember what was made here before?" Robin had a complicated expression when he said this.

Deep down in her heart, she didn't believe that with Sakaski's memory, she would forget that this was the place where ancient weapons were made.

Although her adoptive father has been making new warships for the purpose, no one can tell, facing such a huge temptation of ancient weapons, the admiral will give up trying to get it.

Sakaski understood that there was something in this little girl's words.

She wasn't asking for anything more than Tom had been given.

It's a test.

He was testing the real purpose of Sakaski looking for Master Tom.

He answered without hesitation, and said it from Akainu's mouth.

It is a promise, but also a reply: "Naturally, great construction is the most important thing! How many times do you want me to say it! I don't care what method you use, get me that murloc to the headquarters!"

"Understood, I will try my best."

There was an inexplicable look in the girl's eyes, she nodded and left a sentence to the other end of the phone: "The alias you proposed is really terrible."

Putting down the phone bug, the girl stood on the locomotive of the Rocketman, the prototype of the sea train. She stared at this huge steam-driven machine and said to herself: "This is what Sakalski wants to get." ?"

She finally knew why the two behemoths, Judicial Island and Navy Headquarters, focused their attention on this island.

To be precise, it was concentrated on one person.

It is hard to imagine that in this era when propulsion by wind and ocean currents is the mainstream, trains powered by steam can sail on the sea.

And once steam power can be run on warships, the navy's control over the sea will definitely increase exponentially.

After thinking through the joints, the female navy in casual clothes stepped out of the carriage and knocked on the door of the wooden house casually.

"Mr. Tom, may I bother you." A crisp female voice sounded from outside the door.

In an instant, the knock on the door aroused everyone's vigilance. When the whole island regarded him as a sinner, how could someone visit him?

The murloc put down his pencil, and walked to the door with his chubby belly, "Who are you?"

Robin rolled his eyes, but still did not disobey Sakalski's order, and said the rather masculine pseudonym: "My name is Jerry! I am a mechanical enthusiast. I heard that Mr. Tom developed the sea train. I made a special trip from another island to ask for advice."

Although the murloc was full of suspicion, he still opened the door. He muttered softly: "I may disappoint you. This time the work is a failure. There is no brake, but it is full of power."

"Is that so? I really appreciate that extraordinary speed." Ms. Jerry shrugged with a smile.

Bingshan, who heard the conversation between the two behind him, frowned.

Apart from a few of them, they probably didn't know about the rocket man's experiment.

If there is, only those government personnel who are secretly monitoring the process will know this kind of information.

"You're not a fan, are you? Ms. Jerry!" Esbagu stood up and looked at the young and beautiful girl nervously.

Flam, who was drinking Coke beside him, also noticed something was wrong: "How could this kind of news spread so fast! Who are you?"

Mr. Tom looked at the girl who concealed her real identity vigilantly: "If it is an official of the world government, why would you test us like this! I can guarantee that the whole line will be open to traffic in 4 years, but I hope that there will be less interference in the development process of the studio. .”

The navy, who deliberately exposed his identity, moved to the wooden table full of blueprints, and only then did he express his position: "Someone in the navy hopes that you can [take crimes and make meritorious service]"

"The navy has its own research institute, right? I've heard that the Templar's Watch, one of the three armies, includes the top scientific research team." Tom looked confused, "Why did you come to me, a prisoner, to help design a warship? "

"Because the Navy Headquarters only looks for the best, and the best shipbuilder in the city of seven waters is right in front of me. That's why I don't go to other shipyards."

As Robin said, he took out a design concept drawing from his pocket and handed it to the shipbuilders.

The few people who came forward to watch were suddenly breathing heavily. It was a completely different design concept.

Shipyards have always used wood as a carrier, but this drawing intends to find another way to use steel to make the hull.

"Will it sink!!?" Carter Fram, the most impatient, asked suspiciously.

But then his sight was attracted by the three-seat turret on the ship.

"No, it's possible...as long as" Tom and Bingberg looked at each other, this novel idea that exploded successfully whetted their appetites.

"This is the latest warship concept of the navy. I hope you can serve as the chief ship researcher designated by our army and participate in the research and development together." Robin smiled and threw the chips.

"..."

"..."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I have my own difficulties." Murloc Tom was silent for a moment, and rejected the other party's invitation with a wry smile: "You should know that the water capital of Shipbuilding Island welcomes the so-called God of Water once a year." Although people on the island would run to high places to avoid the sea, the water level would increase a lot every year after the tsunami passed.

As for the rails and sea trains that float on the sea and are not damaged by the gods of water—the Rocketman can save the city of water as long as it can connect with the surrounding islands!"

"Really? Since you said so, then I won't bother you any more." Robin stood up, smiled politely, and walked straight out of the house without stopping.

The straightforwardness was so suspicious that there was no retention or pleading. It seems that I came here just to ask.

Tom watched the girl go away, and finally disappeared deep into the wreckage of the ship.

He closed the wooden door with his backhand and re-fastened the bolt.

It's just that the expression seems to be lost, this is a rare opportunity.

He was really pleased with the condition offered by the other party.

Back then, he was willing to take risks and help Roger build a ship. Wasn't that guy Roger confidently demanding to build a peerless ship that could reach the end of the world?

"Master, what a great opportunity." Fram beat his chest and stamped his feet. It was the temptation of a giant steel ship! !